Me, the hat and the backpack got off the train imagining the noise of the steam engine as it pulled away. Dreaming of German timber frame houses surrounded by hills covered in black forest overlooked by a Schloss I found myself dodging the public transport, walking through a small shopping complex selling camping goods and then walking cautiously into a Lidl building, staring bewildered at the sign that seemed to indicate that my hostel was indeed in the same building. Clunk. The industrial elevator closed behind and I followed the signs which continued to direct me deeper into the construction. This was where I was staying. This was Steffi’s Hostel.
I was soon comforted however by cosy sofas and free tea, coffee and bikes. Travel book in hand, an excursion down to the grassy bay on the north side of the River Neckar completes my first day. I lie in the sun, look up at the Schloss, watch the ducks and the boatsmen, start reading a terrible holiday read, Deception Point by Dan Brown (I’m not sure why I chose it but in my defence the English section in my library is limited) and I while away my first evening on my European adventure.
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